I hanged that picture on the west wall of this room made of lost dreams. Rain smashes the windows from outside, forsing me to run deeper. In my mind lies a suitcase full of memories. It squeels when i open it to see them, lying there all wet from pain. Im talking to myself again. Who am i? Where am i? What do i want? In search for something i dont even know. Even the walls are watching me in silence. But they know me. They know the person i am. Lot’s of people came in and out of my life. They went on the same way they came, without warning. I miss their presence and their absence.. Alone in a need of someone to hold me, someone to hold on. But it’s not late to change that. I have to leave. Have to go home. Where my dream is..
Irena Mila is one of the Lundagards photographers.
She studies Biology, and has as previously exhibited works in New Delhi, Belgrad and Štip, Macedonia.
